Li Liang looked proudly, raised his head and squinted at the sky forty-five degrees, put on a very phoenixy posture, and chanted: "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Island, fair lady, good gentleman!" ”

Then he sighed, as if he couldn't get enough of it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he finished reading, everyone present was silent.

In Cao Fei's live broadcast room, there is a series of ellipses and expressions that indicate speechlessness.

This is indeed a poem about beauty, expressing the love of young men for beautiful women, but ...... This Nima is not original at all!

This is a poem on the "Book of Songs", and it is the first one, as long as you read the book for two days, there is no one who can't memorize!

What does this count?

"Kneel, I've never seen such a shameless person." Hairless Dalmatian publishes his impressions.

"I feel the same way!"

"+1 for Sympathy"

"Sympathy +10086"

The audience agreed......

And Li Liang at this time...... Seeing that no one was silent, he became even more proud: "How is it?" How do I memorize this poem? Not a word wrong. Hey, hey, did anyone pick up? No one? Did I win? Hey, Huanrou ......"

He was really direct, stood up, and was about to go to Huanrou with a lewd smile on his face, as if he really thought he had won.

The smile on the old mother's face was a little stiff: "Li Gongzi, this ...... We ask for originality, and the back doesn't count! ”

"Not counted? Why not? Li Liang's face lost a good color: "Isn't this a poem?" Look down on me, don't you? Let me tell you that my dad is Li Gang......"

"Alright, alright!"

Someone next to him couldn't stand it, this person might know Li Liang, so he came over and grabbed him directly, pressing him on the seat: "Brother Li, don't make trouble, it's not more than memorization, it's original, don't be embarrassed here, if the poems in the "Book of Songs" count, there are at least a hundred people here who can recite all the three hundred and five poems in the "Book of Songs", do you believe it or not?" ”

To put it mildly, Li Liang was finally stabilized.

Seeing such a strange thing, everyone couldn't cry or laugh.

At this time, another young man stood up: "Xu Du Mameng, there is a poem to offer." ”

The old mother said: "Listen to Ma Gongzi's masterpiece!" ”

Ma Meng pondered for a moment, closed his eyes slightly, and said aloud: "Beauty is like warm jade, beauty is like pearl, red sleeves are deep in the boudoir, accompany me to read at night." ”

After reading it, he arched his hand: "I don't know if I can get into the eyes of Miss Huanrou?" ”

Really, he's really not modest.

It's really clumsy...... Isn't this Nima's a limerick poem without nutrition?

To this, Miss Huanrou did not react at all.

But...... Although his level is a little inferior, at least it is original, and it is 110,000 times stronger than Li Liang's previous recitation of the Book of Songs.

Ma Meng waited for a while, and when he saw that Miss Huanrou didn't speak, obviously he didn't take a fancy to it, he smiled a little awkwardly, and then sat down.

Another person stood up: "Xu Du Peng Chong, there is a poem to offer!" ”

Without waiting for the old mother to speak, he read it to himself.

His eyes were shy, and Dan's lips smiled. Windswept grape belt, sunshine pomegranate skirt. ”

When he finished, he sat down.

Quite a person with character.

And his poem is also a lot stronger than the previous limerick poem, but it is still not a masterpiece, and Miss Huanrou still hasn't moved.

Next, a few more people got up and read out their works.

However, it's also a little embarrassing to say, these readers who came today don't seem to have a good level, and several poems have been thrown out in a row, and none of them are of high level.

At this moment, another person stood up and chanted: "Light Luo small fan white orchid, slender waist jade belt dancing heavenly yarn. It is suspected that the fairy came down to earth, and looked back and smiled at Xinghua. ”

When he had finished chanting, the crowd turned back to see him...... I saw that this man was nearly forty years old, with a white face and a short beard, and his appearance was gentle, and his poem was a rare masterpiece today.

Even those who are not at a high level and have little culture can hear that this poem is good, not only them, but this time even the Huanrou girl who has not made any movements has finally reacted, nodding slightly to this person, everyone looked, hey, hey, could it be, this guy is today's winner? He's the lucky guest tonight?

The old woman smiled brightly and asked, "May I ask this ......?"

Before she could finish speaking, this person actually sneered and reported to his family: "A certain family surnamed Du Minghong, is a disciple of the contemporary Confucian Ma Rong, I heard that Xu Du is a great state, outstanding people, specially came here to travel and study, but I didn't expect that Xu Du is so unworthy of the name, deeply disappointed." ”

As he spoke, he turned his face and looked at the people present: "I used to think that Xu Du's scribes were so talented that even a three-foot boy could write a chapter, but when I saw you today, it was unbearable, and he flattered a fireworks woman and was omnipotent, but literature and poetry were useless." The poems of the previous ones, hehe...... With all due respect, hahaha......" He suddenly laughed a few times and said, "Can that also be called poetry?" ”

Anger! Anger! Anger!

After hearing what he said, everyone present was furious.

Nima, where did this madman come from?

That's right, everyone has heard of Ma Rong, he is a famous university scholar, and it is indeed worth boasting that you can be his student.

But...... You can't even shoot us all to death with a mouth full of cannons!

It's so arrogant!

Everyone was dissatisfied, but ...... There's no way, this is a place for civil fighting, not suitable for martial arts, and you can't swing your fists at each other in anger. Now that people have made a good poem, no matter how crazy they are, they have the capital. Want to slap your face? Okay, make a better poem than him, but ...... Who can do it? Is there such a person?

For a long time, no one spoke!

Seeing the cold scene, Du Hong sneered again: "The courtyard is full of white ding, it is useless to stay for a long time, forgive Du for not accompanying him, farewell!" ”

With that, he got up and was about to leave.

And at this moment, I saw a man standing up and reciting a poem in a loud voice.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for Xu Du to see him today, he would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

This person is Cao Fei.

In the live broadcast room, the text began to swipe the screen: "Fei Ge has appeared, haha, Fei Ge is awesome!" ”

"Brother Fei is going to pretend to be forced, lalala......"

"Reward, reward, brush, where are the flowers?"

Brush Brush Brush ...... Flowers, meatballs, chicken wings. All kinds of swipes.

Only the hairless single dog was more depressed: "You group of livestock, bullying me for having no money, right?" Phineas ...... You keep pretending, come on, I owe you a big ......"

Cao Fei said thank you in the live broadcast room, and he was also funny in his heart, what a special thing, if you make a broken poem, you dare to ridicule the audience, pretend to be hairy, just come to a modified version of Li Bai Daxian's "Qingping Tune" and destroy you.

And everyone at the scene also expressed their shock.

Even Du Hong immediately stood on his feet.

Obviously, this "Qingping Tune" is much stronger than the poem he just recited, and as soon as he finished saying that it was all Bai Ding's words, Cao Fei immediately stood up and recited a super awesome "Qingping Tune", which was indeed a bit of a slap in the face.

Du Hong's face was red and white for a while, and he was bored for nearly a minute, and then he asked, "This brother Taizun's surname?" ”

"Cao Fei!"

Du Hong gave his hand again: "Brother Cao's writing is extraordinary, Du has learned it, but it's just ...... Hehe, I am a person who reads, the wisdom is open, even if the qualifications are mediocre, occasionally I can get a few good verses, may I ask ......" He said with a smile: "Brother Cao, can you teach another song!" ”